In this Jingcheng incident, the main force of the Liang army, 60,000 soldiers, including the commander Wang Yong, all died, and the entire Jingcheng was reduced to ruins, and 300,000 ordinary citizens were not spared. Soon after, Liang withdrew his troops and gave up continuing to invade and occupy the Twilight Kingdom. Jingcheng has since become a wasteland, and thousands of years later, due to the movement of the earth's crust, it was buried in the ground and finally forgotten by the world.

Half a month after the end of the Jingcheng incident, the closest small city to Jingcheng in the Twilight Kingdom, Zhangcheng.

The sky was still snowing heavily, and the snowflakes fell on the pedestrians coming and going on the streets of Zhangcheng, quickly melting. Although it was a snowy day, there were still many people doing business and buying things, and the crowds were crowded, and the cries of selling came and went.

Suddenly, hundreds of officers and soldiers trotted into the street, standing in neat formations on both sides of the street, and all pedestrians avoided them.

At this time, a small and delicate woman, wearing a luxurious mink coat, pulled a middle-aged man in thin clothes and walked slowly.

The woman's steps were extremely slow, and it seemed that every step required a lot of determination, and in her slightly majestic expression, a pair of big watery eyes were full of attachment and reluctance.

"Uncle Name, I'll send you here. The woman suddenly stopped, let go of her hand, and turned to the man next to her.

"Well, you'll have to take care of yourself later. ”

"Why," Mingwu had just taken a step forward, Han Xin suddenly grabbed Mingwu's hand, with tears in his eyes, and looked at Mingwu affectionately, "Why don't you stay?" You see, the war here has subsided, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, this time I can finally be with Uncle Mingwu, why don't you stay forever?" Han Xin's begging words were filled with tears.

A palm slowly lifted, and then landed on Han Xin's little head, "Ah", Han Xin shrank his neck, closed his eyes and screamed softly.

The palm of his hand touched Han Xin's head slightly, and then a slightly relieved smile appeared on Na Wu's face, "There are some things that I have to figure out." The next time we meet, I'd like to tell you my real name. With that, Nano walked out of the city alone......

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On the vast snowfield, the dividing line between heaven and earth is as light as a thin line drawn in clear ink on rice paper under the softening of the wind and snow. A wisp of green shirt rising in the wind, accompanied by long fluttering hair, and a hardcover long knife, a man faces the east, walking alone in the pale world, his figure from near to far, from large to small, gradually disappearing into the heavy snow......

The destination of this trip, Yujian Ridge, is located in the territory of Zhongshan Kingdom.